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snitchaz (hidden track) - daz dillinger & jt the bigga figga lyrics

sh-t, how man of y’all n-ggas out there know snitches
sh-t, i know this one snitch know what i mean
snitched on everybody, got everybody caught up
in some sh-t he ain’t even have to open his mouth to
so now he gotta die, ha ha

[verse 1]
fo’ fo’ and 357 they c-cked and ready
switchblades, machetes they chop down the fetti
sh-t get heavy, knew a n-gga name shawn
who snitched on everybody so he dropped a dime
told him about the murders and robberies
snitchin’ and tellin’ about some real n-ggas
who done pulled the trigger
now the whole hood’s up for grabs
stab n-ggas in the back now he’s out for daz
ha, dude say my name don’t discuss my business
around this n-gga he’ll rat, get capped for that
so we plot and plan the murder to k!ll a man
so i guess the man’s fate lies in my hand
i pull a pin back and the n-gga get hauled off
blew his f-ckin’ brains off, twelve gauge sawed-off
one wish you could die for this
n-ggas die for, the die for this

[chorus (with “snitches”being whispered in the background) x2]
which way did he run
little did they know he was gonna get this gun
livin’ life for the fun

[verse 2]
in the street, sh-t get deep, n-ggas compete
to put heads to sleep, just watch all the beef
all the creep when the money get took
it’s on the book, ain’t no comeback when o’s get cooked
they say who done that, the mystery
hoes involved who tried to ball
who caught the shot in the pen and made em’ take a fall
this a no-brainers, seeds get planted and they blossom
big smiles and hugs n-ggas they playin’ possum
grimey ones, scope n-ggas for all they shiney ones
comin’ out they glove or they jacket with a tiny gun
frontin’ for some project hoes
playas keep ya jewels tucked when ya come through scuff
n-ggas snitches

[chorus x2]

[verse 3]
it’s snitches everywhere i look from alabama to the west
keepin’ tha commissiona stressed for scrilla
stuck for the rest of ya life n-gga
livin’ the rest of ya life misunderstood
not knowin’ ya friend is ya foe
i seen it before in the ghetto where they will pack metal
ghetto kids watch tv with only five channels
caught in this slum life
i’m abortin’ this sh-t for the real and fake
rich and the broke, man now a days ya just can’t cope
take the whole world for a joke
and at the end of ya rope
i spooted you many times on blocks sellin’ dope
i done hoped and bubbled on top, richer than bob hope
takin’ a leave when i see it in ya eyes
as you approach in a doja cloud
tryin’ to hustle up for a smoke
n-gga you should be ashamed the way ya usin’ ya name
puttin’ black eyes in the game
you should be out of the game
n-gga it’s snitches everywhere i look ain’t sh-t changed

[verse 4]
now feel the motherf-ckin’ vibe as i burst the flames
they on this sh-t worldwide
the whole world was tight on slang
sell rhymes like the undergrounds of caine
when i’m deliverin’ pain, fatal lyrics to ya brain
i will train ya mind and design ya with sights to see the real
no appeals, you in the world with lots to live for real
i feel it’ll probably be a thrill, with a couple of mill
with a lex on twenty inch chets for me to wheel
but i’d rather have a couple of mill
break the fam straight and leave em’ with a spot in the hills
the deal is sealed
still i hustle hard cause the cash is straight
complete the album, gon’ let the streets blast the tape
stashed away, i no they phony -ss will hate
but that’s great cause n-ggas that’s fake we -ss-ssinate
graduated and got infatuated with the cl!ck though
a wiseman turned schizo and get low

[chorus x4]

- daz dillinger jt the bigga figga lyrics

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